Zaitsev was doing something that he had never done before but had to do now - lying down next to a corpse that was beginning to rot, motionless, not making a sound, just using a slit of his slightly opened eyes.
Scanning the bushes two hundred meters away, looking for his prey or... the God of Death.
He is very focused on this work, both out of habit and out of necessity. As long as he moves a little bit louder or makes a sound that he shouldn't make, a bullet will be drilled into his head in the next second, making him and the people around him
He must go to the dead ghost to keep him company. In order to prevent hunger and anxiety from inducing him to make such fatal mistakes, he must concentrate all his energy.
He was targeted.
It's not a description or an expansion, it's a true fact.
In the morning, Captain Danilov summoned the sharpshooters and told them that when the supply convoy was attacked by a small enemy infiltration force, a bad feeling caught up with him. When he and his colleagues inspected the bodies, he understood
What is the source of the ominous feeling?
Thirteen corpses, including three centurions and a new army light cavalry second lieutenant, were all shot in the head.
This means two things: first, the opponent is using a rifle, and only that kind of rifle can ensure that the trajectory is stable enough; second, they are a group of killers with excellent marksmanship;
They are human sharpshooters.
It is not difficult to understand that the hairless monkeys have been tortured intolerable by the principality sharpshooters. They will definitely prepare countermeasures, and the simplest and fastest way is to form the same hunting force themselves. This is easy and does not require much effort.
But the effect is definitely much better than aimless artillery fire coverage.
The only question is. How could they produce such a force so quickly and carry out operations deep into the rear of the enemy?
You know, it is not difficult to find soldiers with excellent marksmanship. The Albion army, which has been trained for longer than the new army of the Principality, has many special shooters. The commander's rigid thinking and tradition are not a problem. Compared with his own life and victory,
Come on, tradition can be put aside for now.
However, it will take at least a month or even several months to organize excellent shooters, develop special tactics for them and train them so that they can master the skills of sniping prey without being eliminated by the opponent and the skills of lurking and surviving in the wild. Even on the front line
No matter how furious the commander is, it is unlikely that a group of rookies who have not yet fully emerged from the eggshell will be rushed to the battlefield and killed. Not to mention that the opponent actually crosses the tightly blocked front and goes to the rear of the fortress.
How did they do it?
No one can answer this question. For the big shots above, this is not the most important question.
"Your mission is to destroy those bastards and restore the supply lines."
For the Grand Duke, the generals and the tens of thousands of Principality soldiers stationed in the fortress, this is the most important thing. Although under the dispatch of professionals, the lost materials were transferred to the fortress through other routes. But no one can guarantee that humans will send more
More troops like this come to intercept
Cut off all supply lines. Once supplies are cut off, the fortress will fall into panic. Although the warriors of the principality can still fight to the death with their flesh and blood even if they have no guns and ammunition, if food cannot be transported in, they will have no choice but to surrender.
The choice was between starving to death.
In fact, they are more likely to kill their commanders and surrender to humans. The "grey animals" are not stupid at all, and there are many smart people among them. Once they find that they have no chance of winning, they will be defeated.
, stimulated by casualties and disappointment, they will definitely not mind selling themselves and the fortress for a good price.
Therefore, the sharpshooters must knock out those annoying flies as soon as possible and restore the smooth flow of supply lines.
"The Grand Duke personally ordered us to complete the task as soon as possible."
The captain said it in as calm a tone as possible, as if it was a trivial matter, but the sharpshooters didn't think so.
No one would regard dueling as a child's play. Only madmen would view death as an easy game, a game that makes people laugh. Sharpshooters are brave, but not crazy.
But they can't refuse this mission, otherwise the captain will eat them before going to court-martial.
So they came to this muddy land full of corpse odor, searching and hunting their human counterparts.
But this is not an easy thing. The place where the transport team was attacked is a road with open land on one side and forests and swamps on the other side. No one with any brains would choose an open area without cover as a hiding place.
, those bad guys must be hiding in the forest.
Although they realized that this might be a trap, Zaitsev and the others had no choice but to enter that damn forest in order to find the cunning enemy and complete the task assigned to them by the captain.
So, they stepped into a trap.
The marksmanship of human sharpshooters was as good as theirs, or even better, and they had enough time to lay traps and disguise themselves. Relying on this advantage, Zaitsev lost several colleagues in 3 hours - he counted them in total.
There were 4 gunshots from the Ferguson rifle, and 2 of them were obviously screams made by colleagues after stepping on some kind of trap. So far, the gangster's rifle has not fired once.
This is not the worst, things much worse than this are torturing the young hunter in the Ural Mountains, so much so that he can barely control himself.
There is a dangerous guy who is searching for him.
There is no clear evidence that there is a sharpshooter lurking around. This is the edge of the forest and swamp. There are no footprints on the ground. There are no clues in the distribution of fallen leaves. There is no fresh earthy smell in the air after setting a trap. Unless someone can.
fall from the sky, or
Only by coming from the swamp can we achieve such a thorough leaving no trace, but everyone knows that only a magician can do this. However, the priest who was responsible for the peripheral survey swore on his family that there was no mana mobilized in the forest.
There are no traces of a magician inside.
Is it an illusion? Zaitsev doesn't think so. As an experienced hunter, his intuition has always been accurate. This time, the invisible pressure was particularly strong, making him dare not slack off at all.
Scanning the surroundings again, it was still quiet and pleasant, without any trace of danger. The nearest suitable ambush location was at least 300 meters away from him. At this distance, even he could not guarantee that he could hit the target, and that location seemed to be too
There are no exceptions.
Cautiously retracting his head, the young hunter's breathing became rapid.
He was now sure that there must be a sniper lurking nearby, waiting motionless for him to expose himself. You know this is a forest, but it is so quiet now that you can't even hear the birds. This is not normal at all.
Obviously, there is a huge danger lurking in the forest, and the birds with sensitive instincts have fled early.
"I still have a chance, I still have a chance."
Repeatedly grunted several times in my heart, Zaibov thought about the deadlock under the eyes.
He is not sure where the opponent is, and he can't even sure if there is such a opponent. This is not a puppet. No one prepares a good bullet for him. He has only one chance to shoot.
Slaughter. But he decided to risk a risk and move to another ambush point -out of professional instincts, he remembered the terrain and mobile routes, and all positions that could be used as a latent point.
Slowly, breathe slowly, let the heartbeat and body temperature stabilize. Zaistev is close to the ground, relying on both hands to crawl a little bit, the movement range is reduced to the minimum, only a few inches each time, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound, no sound.
It is not exposed, stop from time to time during the crawling process, wait for a while, and then start crawling.
With less than 50 meters away, Zaisov took 20 minutes to reach his destination: he was blocked by a corpse's gentle slope. After drawing a cross on his chest, he carefully pushed the hat.
There is no bullet, no gunfire, it seems to be safe, but the coolness on the back of the back has not disappeared, but it is even more intense -the killer keeps patience and does not easily shoot.
Suspicious goals.
The air that sucked into the lungs became cold, and the situation of the situation obviously rose another level: that bastard was either hidden well, or the hiding place was too far away from this ambush point, beyond the horizon.
It is not sure which possibility is, but no matter what, it means that his chances of victory are minimal. It is impossible for him to kill an invisible devil.
"See ghost!"
Zaisov gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart:
"Where can a hairless monkey get such a dangerous guy?"
The moment was almost aware of the degree of danger, his right hand kept trembling immediately. He had to put down his rifle, hold his right wrist tightly, and pierced his skin deeply into the skin.
The first time it became a prey made him feel nervous, and the enemy's difficulty became heavier. In the legendary story, when the protagonist encounters an opponent with his own, he will become excited and eager to try, but that exists in the story
And the fearless person -as a soldier, Zaisov is just very nervous and uneasy.
Even if he is very good, he is a fighting hero, but there is nothing like thinking and ordinary soldiers. The fear of death will still find him and bother him.
With the help of pain and deep breath, after a quarter of an hour, breathing and heartbeat finally returned to normal state.
This is a lasting contest. Both sides are forgotten my search opponents while keeping quiet. Waiting for the other party to exhaust the patient, withdraw from the battle, or expose their position. Until then, the duel will end.
The breathing becomes long, and the surrounding air seems to become sticky. In a second, it becomes as long as one hour and a long time span.